Tear Drops
Where do they come from these tears laced with salt
They rush like rivers or squeeze out in drops
They measure emotions and assign fault
In a mad world where the pain never stops
I should have told her what I never said
So much to regret as the tears flow down
She lies in her grave alone, cold and dead
Forever to be in this one horse town
The ghost of a conscience haunts me tonight
She deserved better than I had to give
I loved her so long I surely lost sight
Of the simple things we all need to live
So now these tears will define who I'll be
As I will no longer be part of "we"
2/11/2017
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